The Hidden Clause

Vittoria

Dante's chest rose and fell against me, steady, guarding. His arm pressed down on my waist, his body enclosing me like the protection I never knew I wanted. To anyone else, I was off-limits. But here, in his arms, I could practically believe the falsehood that peace was possible.

Almost.

The shadows don't always come with bullets and blood. Occasionally, they come disguised in paper and p